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Your Little Freakshow

Contributed by Jinnifuru_Sohma on Thursday, 31st January 2008 @ 01:20:03 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Go turn your back on me,
Stop feeding me lies,
I'll never feel worthy enough,
For this thing you call life,

I had never felt different,
Until you made me so,
Over time I found I was no more,
Than your little Freakshow,

My lips start to tremble,
And tears begin to fall,
As I think of those horrid things,
All the names that you called,

I can see your twisted face,
Etched deep into my mind,
My heart shatters in frozen pieces,
You wouldn't accept my "kind",

As you turn your back on me,
To keep feeding me lies,
I know I'm not worthy enough,
For this "thing" that is life,

Now I feel like I'm different,
Since you say I'm so,
I'm accepting that I'm no more,
Than your little Feakshow.

It was long til I found,
This pain could be controlled,
When I discovered the blade,
That understood me, so cold,

I'm where I belong now,
In my world of cruel dreams,
I'll have my sick, sweet revenge on you yet,
You'll never stop me,

Since you turned your back to me,
And blamed me with lies,
I don't want to be worthy enough,
For your sick, twisted life,

I'll always be different,
You needn't say so,
Now I'll be the death of you,
Your little Freakshow.




Copyright © Jinnifuru_Sohma ... [ 2008-01-31 13:20:03]
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Re: Your Little Freakshow (User Rating: 1 )
by shawna14 on Friday, 22nd February 2008 @ 03:19:11 PM AEST
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This is a nice peace of work
i like it cuz i feel all the pain u do
i my own world just like u with
that blade there to help take it away




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